After I drop Tyler off at my sister’s, I swing by the school to pick up Greg. He’s waiting in the teacher’s parking lot by a silver Honda Civic I assume is his. As I pull to a stop behind the car, I roll down the passenger side window and lean across the seat to call out, “Hey there, kid. Want some candy?”
He laughs as he climbs in beside me. “Careful, Jason. This is a school parking lot. Someone might overhear you and call the cops.”
“For soliciting a teacher?” I joke. “They might pick up you, mister. Thinking you were out strutting the goods.”
“Not much to see here,” Greg says as he buckles his seatbelt.
I laugh. “Please. I’m sure half the mothers of the kids in your class have sordid fantasies about you. I know I do.”
His hand covers mine where it rests on the gear shaft. His touch
